Top 1200 Blue Hair Quotes & Sayings - Page 6

It's not the hair on your head that matters. It's the kind of hair you have inside.

I have made myself two or three caps to wear of evenings since I came home, and they save me a world of torment as to hair-dressing, which at present gives me no trouble beyond washing and brushing, for my long hair is always plaited up out of sight, and my short hair curls well enough to want no papering.

My real hair color is kind of a dark blonde. Now I just have mood hair.

My parents owned a hair salon, so I learned a few tricks there. I can cut people's hair - if they let me.

My best feature would have to be my hair. That sounds so cliche - but my hair is like a separate entity.

Sadly, I'm not a natural redhead. But, I prefer my red hair to my blonde hair.

Hair is a huge part of who I am and what I obsess over - I've had long hair my entire life.

Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see

I really think that to a lot of people hair is everything. Bad hair takes over everything, it really does. I think if somebody has bad hair it doesn't matter what else is happening.

I don't know about the hair. I've had it since I was a kid, and when I look at myself in the mirror, it looks quite normal. But then when I look at myself in a photo, I realise that my hair is basically bigger than my head! There's quite a lot of interest in my hair, which is strange, as for me, it's normal!

Hey there's not a cloud in the sky It's as blue as your goodbye And I thought that it would rain On a day like today Hey there's not a cloud in sight It's as blue as your blue goodbye And I thought that it would rain The day you went away He's on the buses and the aeroplanes With some groceries and a sleeping bag

As a model, my hair is torn apart by heat, hair tongs and backcombing.

For two summers not a blue wing, not a blue warble. I seemed to miss something kindred and precious from my environment--the visible embodiment of the tender sky and wistful soil. What a loss, I said, to coming generations of dwellers in the country--no bluebird in spring!

When I first colored my hair, my mother loved it. I got kicked out of school when I was 15, just for my hair.

Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice, it seems almost nonsensical, but the words aren’t for me. “With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a baby’s skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.

My hair is an important part of who I am and if my hair is healthy and looks great, I feel confident.

It was then that I remembered the colour blue, the blue of the sky in nice that was at the origin of my career as monochromist. I started work towards the end of 1956 and in 1957 I had an exhibition in Milan which consisted entirely of what I dared to call my 'Epoque bleue'.

[My mom's] funny that way, celebrating special occasions with blue food. I think it's her way of saying anything is possible. Percy can pass seventh grade. Waffles can be blue. Little miracles like that.

I tried perming my hair by myself in lockdown. It came out looking ridiculous - my hair was so damaged and crispy.

I've never dyed my hair or even gotten highlights. All the products I need for my hair are at the drugstore!

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

My hair has never been my greatest feature, so that was funny enough unto itself that my hair became so focused on.

Did I choose my hair texture? No. I'm grateful for having this hair on my head.

Long hair doesn't look good on me because my hair is fine.

If you're an L.C.N. guy, you don't have facial hair and you don't have long hair. You have to be neat all the time. It's the rule.

When I'm filming, I keep my hair in cornrows so that they can fit a wig on top of my hair.

Arthur, with his keen blue eyes and hair of burnished gold, his ready smile and guileless countenance. Wide and heavy of shoulder, long of limb, he towers above other men and, though he does not yet know the power of his stature, he is aware that smaller men become uneasy near him. He is handsomely knit in all; fair to look upon.

I clearly love colors in my hair and try to keep my hair evolving through the years.

I do know that people treat me different with blonde hair than they do with red hair.

I tend to colour my hair myself with an at-home Wella dye. It allows me to control how red my hair is.

I have strong hair, so if I've had a good haircut, I can wash my hair in the bath and not worry about it.

I've straightened my hair for many years. I've never felt comfortable wearing my hair natural on air.

I was ten. I had noticed something was weird earlier in the day, but I knew from commercials that one's menstrual period was a blue liquid that you poured like laundry detergent onto maxi pads to test their absorbency. This wasn't blue, so... I ignored it for a few hours.

With summer in Chennai, I am struggling with my long hair. I do my own hair-dos which are comfortable.

Oh, I've got glitter in my hair. That's not all that's in my hair, I'll tell you that. I glue it on every morning, whether I need to or not.

I've always been a strong believer that you were born with the hair you've got, but have the ability to get the hair you want.

To protect my hair from breaking, I never comb my hair when it's wet.

Cause I am strong and I can prove it And I got my dreams to see me through It's just a mountain, I can move it And with faith enough there's nothing I can't do And I can see the light of a clear blue morning And I can see the light of brand new day I can see the light of a clear blue morning And everything's gonna be all right It's gonna be okay [lyrics from "Light of a Clear Blue Morning"]

The two times I have cut my hair shorter, I've ended up out of work - so short hair is not an option.

Even his hair was bigger—a massive globe of blue-black frizz so thick that his lobster-claw horns appeared to be drowning as they tried to swim their way to the surface. “Is that why they named you Aphros?” Leo asked as they glided down the path from the cave. “Because of the Afro?” Aphros scowled. “What do you mean?” “Nothing,” Leo said quickly.

I've waited my whole life to be able to have body hair - but I never thought I'd have back hair. But what are you going to do, right?

I don't perm my hair anymore, but I'm not a natural hair expert just because it grows out of my head like that.

I mix various oils, heat it and apply it on my hair. After washing, my hair feels and looks amazing.

I have little hair because my brain is so big it pushes the hair out.

I have always held myself out as a hair culturist. I grow hair.

He anxiously touched his hair. "I think my hair gel's frozen.

My hair is pure. It stands for purity because no foreign chemicals or substances has ever touched my hair.

President Bartlet: There's a delegation of cardiologists having their pictures taken in the Blue Room. You wouldn't think you could find a group of people more arrogant than the fifteen of us, but there they are, right upstairs in the Blue Room.

I wash my hair with Pantene every other day unless I have gorgeous hair left over from an event.

I wish we did have responsibility for the hair. I have been screwed up by the hair on many occasions.

Hair is really where we can be creative. I have my "game hair," which is always different than how I'd wear it at practice.

Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was as golden as the sun's rays, and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes. She wheedled her mother, was kind to her doll, took great care of her frock and her red shoes and her fiddle, but loved most of all, when she went to sleep, to hear the Angel of Music.

I at least have to cut my hair. I can't do the whole man bun, funky long hair thing anymore.

I try to always have a hair cut that I don't have to style every day, so I'll usually just let my hair air dry.

My hair is an aesthetic choice… At the same time, how you wear your hair is a political statement as well.

But the past is passed; why moralize upon it? Forget it. See, yon bright son has forgotten it all, and the blue sea, and the blue sky; these have turned over new leaves. Because they have no memory . . . because they are not human.

Bleaching my hair for Two Moon Junction... my hair was fried and I looked like an idiot.

I keep my hair gray, so I like silver and platinum. For women who dye their hair, they can wear whatever they want.

I feel like I've been known for having long black hair, so when I took all my extensions out and cut my own hair, it was the most freeing thing, I think, I've ever done. That was my 21st year: I cut my hair, I was doing Broadway; I was living in New York, and I was really having a moment of becoming my individual self, and it was amazing.

My hair looks like it had been purchased at a rummage sale after all the real hair was gone.